Getting Older

These things seem to happen in a series. As I write this, I realize not everyone in their late 60s or 70s has a fascination with sport or movement. But stay with me, because I think my musings could apply to any pastime, hobby or activity that gives us joy…

My husband passed away three years ago and learning to live alone at 74, for the first time in my life, was a daunting task. Besides dealing with the deafening silence and loneliness, my biggest fears were getting sick or losing my mobility. How would I cope?

For years, I have written reminder notes for myself. My visual memory (the ability to recall what my eyes have seen) has always been particularly strong, but I’ve relied on this trait more in my 60s and 70s. Whether it is because I underwent chemotherapy…

Once we pass age 60, we know the “runway” ahead of us is shorter than it used to be. Yet at the same time we probably have more free time and more resources available to have fun. Raising children and our other obligations are mostly behind us…

Wouldn’t it be great if there was an actual fountain of youth? What if you could just walk up to it with your paper cup, dip it in in the water, and take a big drink? Nirvana, right? Well, no such luck!

Have you noticed how many ads on television promote the use of products for bladder control problems? And do you realize that nearly all of these ads are directed at women, even though many men experience bladder leakage, too?

After caring for my parents, I looked long and hard at my lifestyle. I knew urgent changes weren’t necessary, but carefully assessing my situation made me feel in control of the future…

Not many generations ago, aging was considered a privilege, and those who lived the longest were considered to be important members of society and keepers of the wisdom necessary for survival…

I love getting older! How many women do you know who feel that way? Sure, my body is changing, and my eyesight may not be as good as it used to be, but I consider that a gauntlet thrown by Mother Nature…

When I turned 60 and decided that I want to live at least 40 more years, I started my 100th Year Project, not knowing how it would change my life. I didn’t realize then that 60 isn’t even considered old: that 65 to 75 is young old, 75 to 85 old…